Thatís how it is,
as though in bygone days, bygone days -
If you walked
without the consent, the consent,
If you stole -
that meant jail, that meant jail,
And if you knew too much -
firing squad, firing squad.
And I thought that I would never see
labor camps, labor camps
But I found myself in a dusty, desolate town
without people, without people.
Here walk crowds of people, wander around -
indifferent and blind
I glanced at peopleís dark, gloomy faces -
all not known to me.
But thatís how it is,
as though in bygone days, bygone days -
If you walked
without the consent, the consent,
If you stole -
that meant jail, that meant jail,
And if you knew too much -
firing squad, firing squad.
Then why did I curse my bitter destiny?
Looks like in vain, in vain.
Why did I strive to break free
in labor camps, labor camps?
Here walk crowds of people, wander around -
indifferent and blind.
I glanced at peopleís dark, gloomy faces -
all not known to me.